C172 The Feeling of Love

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window. Still in a dreamy haze, Jiang Xinyue felt a bit of brightness on her face. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Old Mrs. Zhao was already awake, sitting beside her.

Jiang Xinyue slowly sat up and looked at Old Mrs. Zhao, who was smiling warmly at her. Her smile was as comforting as the sunlight outside—not harsh like the summer sun